[The incredible pain was the last thing he remembered before he woke up. Seymour lied in his bed in a daze, taking about a minute to remember that he was still alive in the opera house and, for the most part, was pretty safe.
But I'm not alive rang in his head and he felt sick to his stomach.
He spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself in vain that it was just a nightmare. But he couldn't deny that it felt just as real as last week’s “memory”. The anger, the panic, the pain, he had to keep looking at his hands just to make sure he was still here.
And he realized in horror that this was what the secret was referring to.
Notably, Seymour is not going to be anywhere near the garden today, nor is he anywhere near the Halloween party. Instead opting to mindlessly wander the first floor. He doesn't even seem to realize that there's a third floor. Before it even hits noon, he finds himself in the first floor hallway, curled up in a fetal position.
How could he have been so stupid to think that he was here for no reason.]
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But I'm not alive rang in his head and he felt sick to his stomach.
He spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself in vain that it was just a nightmare. But he couldn't deny that it felt just as real as last week’s “memory”. The anger, the panic, the pain, he had to keep looking at his hands just to make sure he was still here.
And he realized in horror that this was what the secret was referring to.
Notably, Seymour is not going to be anywhere near the garden today, nor is he anywhere near the Halloween party. Instead opting to mindlessly wander the first floor. He doesn't even seem to realize that there's a third floor. Before it even hits noon, he finds himself in the first floor hallway, curled up in a fetal position.
How could he have been so stupid to think that he was here for no reason.]